Haunted and Broke |Oneus Dark Comedy|

Chapter 10

TW: subjects about mental health and suicidal thoughts 

"How do you know her password?" Xion asks. 

"I happened to see it when she unlocked it," Seoho says. "It maybe the only way to help save her." 

Xion and I nodded. 

"And we're desperate," Seoho said. "I want us to do our best to keep her safe and alive here." 

"Even if that means she leaves this place?" Xion asked. Seoho nodded. 

"We still need to learn more about her," I said. "We need to know why else she's here besides that she left her family." 

"We could ask her," Xion said. "We probably break her trust if we went through her phone. Only call for emergency." 

We all nodded in agreement. 

Soon Hwanwoong and Leedo came in with a tray of tea and soup, both of the top covered. I didn't look at Leedo, not wanting to acknowledge him. 

But I knew, he knew too that I didn't want anything to do with him right now. 

Hwanwoong set the food and tea on the bedside drawer. He looked at her sadly. Looking at him, I could tell he was crying. 

We all stayed in the room, waiting for her to wake up. 

Dalbit POV 

I softly groaned as I woke up, the room still slightly spinning. My head was killing me. 

Sounds like shuffling came towards me. 

"She's awake!" Xion said, his voice still faint. 

Is it already morning? I thought to myself, wincing at the bright light coming into the room from the window. I fought the numbing feeling in my body and slowly sat up. Dizziness coming back. 

"W-what happened? What time is it?" I asked rubbing my forehead. Everything that happened seemed like a blur. 

"You fainted..." Leedo said. 

"Please be honest with us," Seoho said. "What's wrong? What's going on with you? We're worried." 

Before I could say anything, Hwanwoong handed me some tea and soup. "We warmed it up for you. You need it, for energy and strength." 

I nodded and took the cup, taking a few sips. Seoho was still waiting for my answer. They all were. 

I let a long sigh out, lowering the mug. "I'm sick. I was born into the world weak, my mind working different from other people... And instead of rejoicing and being happy that I'm still alive, making it this far, my parents were disappointed in me, that I was a defect. And so a few years after, my little sister was born. She was basically my replacement. She was their favorite. Not weak or sick, but strong, and perfect. I was casted away." My eyes water as I started to grip the mug more, the tips of my fingers being burned by the heat radiating off from the mug. "So I thought that if I was perfect like my sister, they would acknowledge me, and love me... So I studied hard, got good grades, became the top student. And they 'loved' me. I was praised just like my little sister... but I wasn't happy. I feel drained out. I wanted to die. But what ever mental or physical problems I went through, I never told anyone since I felt like I would be shunned by them. So I realized that in order to run away, I would have to wait for the right moment to leave. And that's when university came into play. I continued to study, acting like I was still the naïve mentally stupid unperfect sick daughter, and when I was accepted into a university, I moved in the dorms and stayed there a few months before dropping out and moving here. And now, I feel like I'm going even more crazy than I was before. Those stupid voices in head won't stop. I thought they were gone after I moved in here, but now they're back. They won't go away even when I tried." 

I bitterly cried, not looking at anyone. I looked down as the tears streamed down from my cheeks onto my lap, occasionally, into my tea. 

"I did wish to end it all once before, I almost did..." I wiped my eyes. "I didn't care about how I went, I just wanted to be gone, knowing that no one would miss me, that my family would be happy that I was gone. I had no friends to miss me, no family to cry for me, no one to mourn me." I cried harder. "I don't know why, but somewhere deep down in me, something told me to keep going and push on. I didn't understand why, I didn't know why, but I listened. And now, I'm still here. I'm still alive. I met all of you. My friends. You guys care for me, you guys love me; and that you guys would want me to live, to live my fullest. How you guys would want to too. To never give up no matter how hard it gets. No matter where I am, no matter what I'm going through, you all will be by my side." I sadly smile. I set the mug back on the desk, looking at them again. "I love you all. You mean so much to me." 

Not saying anything, Seoho wraps the top of the blanket around my shoulders and hugged me, the rest joining in. I let a soft sigh out. I felt comforted, I felt full, I felt warm, and for once in my life, I felt wanted. Though no words were said, I felt validated. I didn't feel alone. All the bad things felt like they simply melted away as they all held me. I let a few tears out. Despite being in a place like this, I felt like I belonged. 

I finally felt home. 

This was a heavy chapter, my eyes kinda watered while writing the last parts. Why do I cry over my own writing- am I literally that sensitive-? XD 

ALSO IT'S OK TO CRY, DON'T EVER HOLD IT IN, AND NOT JUST FOR READING 💖